His Only Love: Her Only Hate

Avanell: Poor ickle Ronniekins indeed.

Dee Dee: The first interaction is in this chapter. I hope you like.

cateye: Well, it is practically all I do... I sit and write with my favourite films on my tele, and I am a happy person for doing so... especially as I know I provide people with pleasure... here's the next chapter, long overdue.

gypsy: Sorry about the little detail but believe it or not that chapter was eight pages long. There will be more hot scenes, trust me.

Anon: Thank you for thinking for Betaing for me, but I really don't want one... sorry :(! I hope that you'll like this chapter.

Hanna Delacour: Here's the next chapter! And thanks for the vote of confidence. I hope this pleases you.

Natyslacks: Thanks and here it is. Sorry it took so long.

firewall: Wow! Thanks... here is the next chapter, believe me this will be a story... although I am not sure how long it's going to be yet.

vic: I hope you continue to like this story.

white dragon: Do you wish to borrow one of mine? I've got a few to spare... here's the list. As for making your day... shucks!

Severus Snape: Oh it's you again, what are you going to make me do to Granger this time? OOH, well, I suppose.... okay, mind you she IS a fast learner!
Lucius Malfoy: (Scowls jealously at Severus.) Why oh why do you always insist on putting HER with HIM I don't know! She might be a Mudblood but even she doesn't deserve that torture... (I whisper in his ear that he does have her in two of my stories!) Oh all right, what are YOU doing tonight by the way?
Rabastan Lestrange: (grins impishly!) Yes, she's noticed my potential... (Sends a stunning hex over to Lucius and grabs me by the waist!) I could do with a bit of dirt skirt myself.
Rodolphus Lestrange: Give her to me, little brother; you neither have the grace or intelligence to match hers... (He takes my hand and lifts it to his lips and I sigh!) My Lady forgive the rather rough handling of my younger brother, he knows not what he does. But, I am yours for the taking whenever you wish... (He winks at me and makes my knees buckle.)
Blaise Zabini: Hmm, about time to. I might have been silent and alone for five years but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have what it takes to bed her.
Draco Malfoy: I don’t see why father and Snape should have all the fun. Even my uncle seems to be having her more than me… I want her. NOW!
Lord Voldemort: I am pleased that you finally introduced me, if it wasn't for the pleasure you gave me last night I would have Crucio’d you by now! She's mine also tonight; I don't think you should wait up... (Lord Voldemort takes my hand and drags me off!)

Megan Consoer: Here's more.

Meeting the In Laws

Hermione helped Draco to get dressed the next morning. She strangely did not regret what had happened between the two of them. Draco was smirking with delight as he felt her hands brush against his penis. He was tempted to take her again but he knew that she would not help him if he did. She wrapped his cloak around his broad shoulders and clasped it together.

“I don’t see the point in getting dressed,” Draco said. “You’re only going to have to take them off again.”

“And you are going to enjoy that, aren’t you?” she asked.

“It’s a pity I am blind,” he sighed.

“Hmm,” Hermione said. “Well, that might be remedied. You could easily borrow one of Mad Eyes eyeballs.”

Draco snaked an arm around her waist and pinched her bum for that, causing her to squeal.

“So,” he murmured dangerously. “Whom are we going to tell first?”

Hermione pushed him away. “Who is less likely to kill?”

Draco chewed on his lip and shrugged his shoulders. He knew his father wasn’t going to be jumping through hoops, and his mother won’t exactly be all doe eyed about the situation; but he felt safer telling them than Potty and Weaselbee. Especially Weaselbee. He knew how jumpy the red head got.

“Oddly enough,” he said. “I think my parents are less likely to kill us.”

Hermione shook her head and smiled. She actually had to agree with him on that one. He smiled and fumbling about he found her hair. He stroked it awkwardly. Hermione looked up at Draco’s pale eyes. He sighed.

“All right,” she said. “I can just envisage the happy greeting I’ll get.”

He shook his head, Hermione stepped back to examine her lover. She had chosen some good robes, although he looked more like Lucius than ever. She frowned slightly at the thought. She steered him to the chair and picked up his jar of sleek easy gel, and placed it at the edges of his hair. He liked her gentle touch on the sides of his face. He leant back and landed his head on her naked breasts. He felt so happy with her.

She was finished with his hair and frowned again. “Well, Draco, can I leave you alone whilst I go to my room and get dressed?”

“Sure,” he shrugged. He smiled and Hermione almost wept at his blindness.

Hermione found a towel and wrapped it around her body. She walked out of the room and made her way down the hall. She was about to go into her room when a voice startled her.

“Hermione,” it was Snape. “How is he?”

“A great lover,” she replied but her giggle stopped at her lips when she noticed Snape crossing his arms across his chest and scowling down at her.

“Is our plan effective?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I don’t like deceiving him. Not now he confessed all to me.”

“Be strong,” Snape said. “Besides, this is his redemption we’re working on here.”

“I don’t want him to fall to the Dark Side,” she said.

“With your constant companionship he shall not,” Snape replied. He roved his eyes up and down her body. “So, when are you going to introduce him to the Order?”

“After we tell his parents,” Hermione said.

She turned around and pushed down the door handle. Snape reached out and placed his hand on hers. She looked at his hand on hers with shock and when she got over it, she looked up at Snape.

“Draco’s parents are not going to be too happy,” he said.

“Yes, that is why we’re tackling them first.”

Snape smiled at the plan. He turned her wrist over and contemplated the mark on her arm. He raised it up and licked around the edges.
“Sorry,” he said. “Sorry that it was you that had to be embroiled in all this, but Miss Weasley is, well, too much like her brothers. At least you understand the word discretion and you use it to its fullest meaning.”

“There are other young girls in the Order,” she sighed.

“None that are as clever as you,” Snape said, “as soon as you tell Lucius and Narcissa and they disinherit Draco from their tree that is the time to take him to Grimmauld Place. I care about him as if he was my own. I don’t want him to turn out anything like me.”

Hermione used her other hand to take his hand off hers. He stepped back and let her in her room. He smiled at her as she turned around and closed and locked the door. She smirked when she was inside her room. She might have hated deceiving him but it was for his own good. Besides, she thought, he’s a Slytherin, after all, he should be used to it by now.

~*~*~

Severus Snape truly did not want to hurt either of them. He knew that he had to reveal the truth to Draco sometime soon. But it could wait. Hermione did look a little different this morning; her eyes were shining with joy and there was a glow adorning her cheeks. He could tell that she took more than enough care of her charge the night before; he smirked lecherously at the thought of his two prize students; then he scowled jealously at the thought of the boy over the young woman... he shook his head scattering the thought out of his head. This was about Draco’s happiness not about his.

Severus had his chance once upon a time and he muffed it. He wasn’t going to let Draco muff up his chances. He didn’t want to see Draco unhappy because he was married to a bitch rather than the woman he truly wanted to marry. He walked down to the Library. Lucius and Narcissa were due any minute. Severus knew that Draco and Hermione would come to some sort of agreement overnight but the fact that Draco had already seduced her already must have been a world record for the blonde Slytherin, he normally waited for a few weeks.

Hermione, he sighed. If he thought about it once, he thought about it a thousand times; what a Slytherin the girl would have made. He sat in one of the black leather library chairs. He flicked his wand lazily at the fire and it immediately warmed the room. Severus put his feet on the stool and took levitated the firewhiskey and glass over to him and took it in his hand. He poured it into a glass.

He sat back and began to casually sip at the whiskey. He swirled the glass in his hand causing a mini whirlpool in the amber liquid. He sipped some more and stared at the fireplace and then at his watch.

Anytime soon!

~*~*~

Hermione sat on her bed and looked at the Wardrobe. She had it flung wide open and stared at the multitude of gowns arrayed in there. Severus had bought them all for her. She couldn’t believe that he knew anything about fashion. She then peered at the Mark on her arm and shivered as she thought of Snape’s tongue licking her in other places. It was not a happy shiver; but it was not a disgusted shiver either. She realised that quite soon she’d need therapy if she thought that Snape of all people could pleasure her after she had Draco Malfoy... No, she was Draco’s now.

She stepped up closer to the Wardrobe and wished that they could talk and offer her advice. She liked the school uniform as it meant that she didn’t have to think about what she had to wear. But now she wasn’t at school she had to think about this bothersome detail everyday.

She settled on a set of iridescent blue robes. She knew she looked good in blue, and she had to charm the Malfoy’s somehow. Her stomach was in knots and butterflies. She could not believe that she was in this situation. She was Draco Malfoy’s lover. She could only comprehend the looks on her friend’s faces. Harry’s look frightened her when she used her imagination; she dreaded to think what it would be like when she told him for real.

Harry had never ceased to tell her how he hated Draco Malfoy right from meeting him in Madam Malkin’s, and how that hatred increased on their second meeting on the train. Hermione sighed, as she pressed the robes against her. She took the dress off the hanger and slipped the towel off. She walked into her en-suite and was startled to find a bath was already run. She slipped into the bath and soaked her body and washed herself. She stepped out of the bath and towel dried herself. She then put her robes on and clipped back some of her hair off her face and brushed the rest. She put some light make up on and examined herself in the mirror.

“Who are we trying to impress?” the mirror asked.

“Mr and Mrs Malfoy,” Hermione said. She smoothed down the front of her robe and the Mirror said nothing.

Hermione walked out of the door and walked back to Draco’s room. Draco was still sitting in his seat. Hermione rolled her eyes:

“We’re going to have set you up with a walking stick or something,” she said. “You could have tried to make it to the bed you know.”

“I was scared,” he said. “Besides what’s the use of a bed without a maiden inside it?”

Hermione scowled. She could swear that he could see it as he chuckled:

“I can feel a scowl,” he said. “It’s part of being a Slytherin.”

Hermione walked up to him and picked up his hand and picked him up off the seat. He leaned into her and Hermione walked him slowly out of the room and down towards the library.

~*~*~

Lucius and Narcissa stepped elegantly out of the fireplace. Severus helped Narcissa by taking her hand. He removed it soon after seeing Lucius’ scowl. Severus smirked. Lucius may not love his wife; and his wife may not love her husband; though the jealous antics made Severus wish the Wizarding world have popcorn.

“Thank you, Severus,” Narcissa said shyly.

“Why did you call us here?” Lucius asked.

Narcissa looked at Severus. “This is our Master’s home made up to look like ours.”

“Yes, I am somewhat of a Steward here now,” Severus replied. “I have called you here because your son has some news he wishes to inform you of.”

As if on cue the door to the library opened. Lucius saw the skirts of a blue robe and then the wearer entered the room and Lucius eyes sparkled dangerously at Severus. Severus held his hand up to give time. Lucius watched as the presumptuous Mudblood led his son in the room. He was positively seething at the look that the chit had in her eyes when she was attending to his son.

“What is going on, Severus?” Narcissa asked. She rushed up to Hermione and pushed her away and stepped in front of her son. “Stay away from him, filth!”

Hermione did not fall on the floor because she landed into Severus. She looked up at the dark man and he nodded.

“Mum!” Draco exclaimed. “Hermione was helping me into the room.”

“I know you are incompetent at best, son, but even you can walk in a room without the help of some Mudblood!”

“That Mudblood happens to be the Malfoy’s future, and I will not hear her being described in such degrading terms.”

Lucius stared at his son, and Narcissa turned to look at her son.

“What are you talking about?” Narcissa asked.

“I’m blind, mother, our Master has made me blind. Severus urged our Master to place the Mark on Hermione, and then he ordered her to take care of me. It was Severus way of making sure I am happy.

We are living here. I have my room made up exactly as it was in Malfoy Manor. There is no going back. I love Hermione and I want her to be my wife. She and I made love last night, and now – now I am prepared to give up everything for her.”

“WHAT!” Lucius roared. “How dare you, Mudblood! This is precisely why we hate your sort!”

“Pardon me,” Hermione said speaking up for herself. “But isn’t your precious Master a half-blood? Harry is a half-blood! Yet they are not stupid, unintelligent, useless wizards. They are strong, powerful and intelligent. Look at the examples of the half bloods at Hogwarts before you become so judgemental. Draco is not stupid and I am not going to have false modesty; I know I am not stupid either... you’re grandchildren might not be purity but that is one generation... they might marry purity. Besides,” Hermione said with a smirk on her face. “I’ve seen you’re family tree, Mr Malfoy. Your great uncle on your mothers side was a Muggleborn.”

Lucius narrowed his eyes at the young girl. Severus held the young woman to his chest. He gave a look to Lucius daring the man to hurt her. Lucius snarled at Hermione. Narcissa narrowed her eyes at her son’s lover.

“So be it,” Lucius growled. He turned towards Draco. “As far as I’m concerned, Narcissa, you are a barren woman whose womb bore no child.”

He stepped into the fireplace and went back to the real Malfoy Manor. Severus turned towards Narcissa; he was hoping that her maternal nature would shine forth. Narcissa was in tears over his plight before the Unbreakable Vow. She hesitated:

“Why were you turned blind, Draco?”

“Because of my failure,” he replied.

She turned to Hermione. “Take care of him, won’t you.”

She went to the fireplace and went back to her home. Draco sighed. Hermione walked up to Draco and put her arms around his neck and tiptoed to kiss him. She could sense the pain he felt at being cut off.

“I’m sorry, Draco,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry, Hermione, we’ll sort ourselves out; we’re both resourceful enough.”

Severus sighed. He had to tell Draco the truth.

“I suggested the Dark Lord to blind you,” he said. Draco swivelled his head and Hermione directed it to where he should look, “before you shout I have a reason. I knew of your attraction to Hermione. I wanted you to see and the only way you could see was for you to become blind,” Severus took a deep breath.

“See what?” Draco asked with anger flooding his veins.

“See, how wrong the course that you were taking was. I wanted you to realise exactly what he is capable of. I didn’t want you to turn out like me. Not when you had a chance of happiness and redemption. Hermione will now take you to the Headquarters where you will hide.”

“Hermione?” Draco asked. “Did you use me?”

“No,” she said. “Severus wanted me to see what a mistake being with Ron was... when he couldn’t get through to me; he thought you could. And you did. He wanted us both to be happy.”

Draco sighed. So much had happened today and they hadn’t even had breakfast yet.

“We must get you both out of here,” Severus said with urgency in his voice.

Draco nodded. Hermione thought he might need extra assurance. She squeezed his hand and placed it over her heart.

“I know I love you, Draco, and I would never use you.”

“I know,” he sighed.

Severus pulled Hermione by the hand and shoved her in the fireplace. He then deposited Draco next to her. Hermione took hold of Draco’s hand. Draco leant into Hermione. Severus offered Hermione the bowl of floo powder and she took a handful and threw it in the fireplace.

“12 Grimmauld Place!” she said clearly and distinctly.

“What is he doing here?” a screechy female voice said. Draco did not recognise it. Hermione saw Ginny scowling.

This was going to be fun!

A/N - Poor Draco... blind, poor, and a sort of Orphan... now will Hermione be cut off from her friends or will Harry's compassion play out? What will become of Ron and Hermione's friendship? And what has happened to Lord Voldemorts slippers? All these questions (and some that shouldn't be) will be answered!